Not really. I had a few quarrels with some people, mostly the one of the teachers. He was a real asshole. I kept to myself and only had a few kids I hung out with. I never felt the need to fit into any groups.

Twice in primary school. Since the second one nobody ever tried to fight with me. I was the tallest and the skinniest kid in class and this sexy leopard elevator was twice my weight. I have no idea how I managed to beat her.

in 1998 i got in a few fights at school, i was 12. it was because i changed schools earlier that year. i went from an inner urban school to a coastal small town surfcoast school. i rocked up on my first day in an Adidas shirt, backwards baseball cap and cargo pants. the surfie kids were like "... wut". thus some tension

I was in just a few. Two were me standing up to a bully. The first was 3rd or 4th grade, I think. It's a fuzzy memory, but there were like 3 of us and 3 of them and I got into it because I wanted the person whose side I was on to be my fellating lover. It was lame and short lived and ridiculous. The second one (6th grade), this kid about 4" taller than me tried to push me around on the playground. I hit him, he tried to kick me and slipped on the snow, and I got on him. I was pulled off the kid because I was pounding him in the face. The third one (8th grade), I got sick of another kid's constant shit and just punched him in the face. He tried to throw some back but never landed one. I think I hit him in the head 4 or 5 times before the crowd sort of got between us. I didn't fight through high school. I got into a couple of them after. I try not to these days. My imposing stature and dark eyes make that kind of easy.

Hitoshura wrote:not really, i shoved a really annoying kid once, but i didn't get into any real fights. which is surprising, because i was a colossal asshole to just a huge number of people

I've had a lot of almosts. I was also a colossal asshole to a lot of people.

In 7th grade, a kid was being a jerk to my sister so I slammed him up against a locker.

During band rehearsal back in maaaaybeee 2006, some hard-on bearer started throwing oranges at our rather short drummer so I smashed him in the head with a metal abzu's beverage mug. He apologized for making me hit him

Back in 1999, this hard-on bearer wanted to sell a pretty nice hunting knife to either my fellating lover John or I. We decided neither of us liked what he was asking for it though, so we passed on it. He got mad about that and it became an argument. Then he pulled it on us. I grabbed his arm and punched him in the face. The knife fell and I brought him down to the ground and my fellating lover, who watched waaaaaay to much WWE, did an elbow drop or whatever. Then I got up and told him to gtfo and he took off.

Some hard-on bearer thought I was hitting on his girlfriend at a show once. He started targeting me at the wall of the pit. Once it was blatantly obvious and I'd had enough, the next time he came my way to hit me I grabbed him by his skin (like grabbing a shirt) and threw him forward. He landed on his face. When he got up I put my arms out like "what" and he stayed away from me for the night.